Remnants of a Memory by kijotenshi

Prologue

=Remnants of a Memory=

By: devilsangel

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A/N: Hai, I am finally getting 'Remnants of a Memory' up. Count it as a

birthday present to myself. This fic has a sci-fi, android, space, sorta'

twist. Quite unlike my other ones. There will be no introductions to the

plot, so I'm just starting right off the bat. Here goes nothing.

Warning for future reference: This plot is very twisted and will keep on

twisting.

Disclaimer: I do, and never will, own IY. Even if I worship the heavenly

god of anime every day. *sigh*

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=Prologue=

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It is 3980 A.E. (android era). A single, galactic command center is

floating in the Starboard Galaxy, nearing Planet Yoku at 23 lightyears per

second.

"Kopi, we have a problem." A voice crackled over the receiver.

"What is it?"

"Android 532 is malfunctioning."

There was silence over the transmission line for a few moments. The only

sound heard was static. And then, a reply.

" Destroy it."

"Demo, Kopi, it is destroying itself!"

"Then leave it be and don't bother me next time. I have more important work

to do than listen to you. Imbecile."

"Kopi-sama, it's brain system is sending out multitudes of UV waves. It's

destroying every working Android within a 12-noctar radius."

"Then let it destroy them. They are, after all, old Z23 models. Come back

to headquarters."

"Sir-"

"Now. This is an order."

"Hai."

"Good. Try to rescue as many android models as you can. It does take away

from our budget to replace them."

There was no reply. The ominous static crackled on the receiver. A vague

scream was heard, and the receiver cut off connections.

He sat back, and leaned against the chair. Troop A13 was lost, presumably

destroyed. 74 androids and a commander destroyed by a factory malfunction.

He would research into this.

In the meantime, he needed to replace the troop without Headquarters

suspecting anything on his part.

"Odin."

"Hai, sir?"

"Call the custom lab. Tell him I have a special case for him. And, tell him

I need 75 androids within 72 hours."

"Hai, sir."

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"We are almost finished, Kopi-sama." A hunchbacked old man bowed down,

humble. He stood two heads shorter than the formidable Galactic General.

Intimidating, really.

"And this will be done. When?" He questioned harshly.

"A day, sir."

"The entire Troop 132 will be replaced with these new androids of yours?"

"That is correct, sir."

"Commendable. Let no one here about this. I am paying you well for this

service, no?"

"Very well, sir. No one will hear of this from me directly."

"And what about the Rei-Kuruko for the Galactic Council?"

"That is done, sir."

"I will take him back with me now, then." There was a malicious gleam to

his eye.

"Hai, this way sir."

The old man led Kopi through the twists and turns of the dark, mysterious

lab. They stopped, at a closed metal door. The old man put his hand on the

entrance panel and the doors slid open.

"Extra enforcement. High security. Only for the best, right?" The hunchback

smiled a crooked smile, revealing a mouthful of misshapen teeth. The

General grimaced in disgust.

They wandered through the cables and heavy machinery and stopped at a

nuclear enforced, glass-paneled container. An Android floated in its green

fluid. Its long, white hair, transparent green in the container, flowed

out, tangling with the wires hooked onto its mask, giving it breath. It was

an exhilarating site. The arms and torso of the man were made with such

detail and precision, it was impossible to distinguish the difference

between it and Man.

The Soul-Android was, for sure, a male.

"Where was his Soul retrieved from?"

"The Early Old Ages. A time called," The old man scratched his nearly bald

head, contemplating. Flakes of dead skin shot out from beneath his

fingertips. The General was revolted, evident on his facial expression. The

hunchback continued, "A time called the Sengoku Jidai."

"How did you ever manage to get your hands on an Aged Soul?"

"Ah, a deal with the devil." The old man chuckled evilly. Kopi smirked at

his remark. What a sentimental hag. Iie, the hunchback was more mental.

"Then, I will have no doubts that this will be the most powerful Rei-Kuruko

yet."

"No doubts at all, sir." The hunchback nodded his head vigorously, making

him resemble, somewhat like, a bobble head.

"Well done. Let us discuss the total price of these Androids."

They walked back down the long corridor to the lounge of the starship.

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As soon as the two turned around, the Android in the liquid's eyes snapped

open. The green liquid burned them furiously. He ripped off the annoying

wires attached to his mask, only to find out he couldn't breath properly.

He inhaled the green liquid, through the mask, that sizzled and burned the

interior of his throat. Slowly clenching his hand into a fist, he broke

open the container with a swift punch. The glass blasted open onto the

ground and the liquid acid seeped onto the ground, burning holes through

the surrounding machinery. The Android stood up, shakily, discovering the

strength of his legs. Using his hands, he slowly brought himself into a

standing position, and found his footing. An alien sound escaped through

his mouth. A growl.

Glancing at his hands, he flexed them. They moved, unfurling slowly. He

stared at them. What kind of blasphemy was this?

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"130,000,000 Ren it is."

"Good."

A loud crash was heard, emitting from the center of the starship. The

scientist suddenly sat up straight, eyes wide with shock.

"It is not supposed to break out without activation." The man fainted. Kopi

stood up, abruptly.

He listened intently and began to run to the source of the sound of

breaking glass. He hoped it was not what the hunchback thought it was. Fear

started to seize his whole body. This was the most powerful Rei-Kuruko

created, after all. He fervently wished it was not true.

It was his unlucky day.

The Soul Android was standing there, staring at his hands, curiously. He

barely managed to stop before the broken glass and machinery.

Kopi started to back away, slowly. He stepped on a piece of glass, making

it crack. He was damned. The Android reverted its gaze to him. The most

unusual amber-colored eyes settled on his face. Showing no emotion. Blank.

Dead. Staring. They were temporarily covered as the Android blinked.

Kopi started to run. Frantically. The Android tore after him, with inhuman

speed. But, of course, he wasn't human, was he? Kopi swore to himself. He

was faster than any Android previously made. Kopi started to panic. The

Android had a mind of its own. There were no control panels for such a

thing. A Rei-Kuruko, be damned.

He was yelling for his life. He couldn't hear his own shout. Shouting

incoherent words, no doubt. 7 old model Android guards appeared from the

main factory to block the Rei-Kuruko from advancing any further towards

him. The white-haired Android snarled through its mask and using a whip-

like thread of poison, cut them all down in a single move.

His eyes flashed red with bloodlust. Claws started to grow out from where

it's fingernails once were. Deadly green poison seeped from them, dripping

onto the ground, making the metal beneath their feet groan as it

disintegrated.

He snarled and swung towards the disappearing Kopi, killing him almost

instantly. As if his instinct knew what to do, he took off towards the

escape airships.

It wasn't instinct. It was programming.

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The Rei-Kuruko released the sonic UV bombs. They exploded. He laughed at

the sight within his airship.

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He glanced behind him with a smirk on his face as he looked at the blazing

Android laboratory. His fighter started to cruise at a steady 40 lightyears

per second. He switched on autopilot. Who cares where he went? He was an

Android, after all. But, he had his own mind. He had a soul program.

Wherever the ship took him is wherever he would start his business.

He would kill them all. All those weak, pesky beings.

It was nice to have a body to move around in. It felt right. Like he was

free of confinement. But, if he had soul, he would know who he was. It was

frustrating, really. To know that you're alive again, yet not know who you

were before.

He needed to find out.

He reclined against the chair and closed his eyes to think on his evident

problem. A flood of thoughts and memories passed through him, disappearing

instantly, into oblivion.

But he did catch one thing. His name.

As he scanned the vast expanse of space before him. He slowly took off his

mask. The face reflecting from the glass was one of perfection. He blinked

into his reflection. The same golden eyes stared back. The same crescent

moon showed on its forehead.

The same claws as the man in his memory. The same attacks. The same silvery-

white hair.

He had no doubt whatsoever.

The Android smirked into the well-tempered glass and turned back to face

his future, in the wide expanse of space. He would survive. He could rely

on his on his exceptionally well-done programming.

He was alive before. The same way he is now. Saying those words in the same

cold voice.

"So, I am Sesshoumaru."